The men’s changing room in my gym is, I find, an odd place.
People interact in very different ways. Most simply get changed, eyes down, and go about their business. Some position themselves at opposite ends of the room and shout across to each other with meaningless sentences (e.g. “Yeah boy… yeah… These shoes man! Yeah!”; the response “Man, it’s sick man, yeah” …. and then lower mumbling just to himself “Yeah boy, gonna do it man!… Yeah” … this is not language).
And some others do this:
They stand naked as the day they were born before the mirror that separates the centre of the room. Staring straight ahead into their own eyes with grim determination; they steel themselves for the task ahead: blowdrying their testicles.
What the hell? I mean really???? What the hell? They carefully comb their eyebrows. Coif their hair. Apply many and varied creams and lotions to arms, feet and neck. And then blowdry their testicles.
What the hell is wrong with the world?
I believe “sick” in the parlance of our time is like the “rad” of our youth.
But blow drying testicles now that’s just sick. (ehh not rad I must add).
Good christ!
Next they will be bleaching their bumholes!
I always find it amuzing though when the said blowdrying fools are stud there in only a pair of generic “pool shoes”
yeh and dont you love the old naked men that just stand there to just stand there